SEJANUS. This second, from his mother, will well urge Our late design, and spur on Cæsar’s rage; Which else might grow remiss. The way to put A prince in blood, is to present the shapes Of dangers, greater than they are, like late, Or early shadows; and, sometimes, to feign Where there are none, only to make him fear? His fear will make him cruel: and once enter’d, He doth not easily learn to stop, or spare Where he may doubt. This have I made my rule, To thrust Tiberius into tyranny, And make him toil, to turn aside those blocks, Which I alone could not remove with safety, Drusus once gone, Germanicus’ three sons Would clog my way; whose guards have too much faith To be corrupted: and their mother known Of too, too unreproved a chastity, To be attempted, as light Livia was. Work then, my art, on Cæsar’s fears, as they On those they fear ’till all my lets be clear’d, And he in ruins of his house, and hate Of all his subjects, bury his own state; When with my peace and safety, I will rise, By making him the public sacrifice. [_Exit._] SCENE III.—A Room in AGRIPPINA’S House. Enter Satrius and Natta. SATRIUS. They’re grown exceeding circumspect, and wary. NATTA. They have us in the wind: and yet Arruntius Cannot contain himself. SATRIUS. Tut, he’s not yet Look’d after; there are others more desired That are more silent. NATTA. Here he comes. Away. [_Exeunt._] Enter Sabinus, Arruntius and Cordus. SABINUS. How is it, that these beagles haunt the house Of Agrippina? ARRUNTIUS. O, they hunt, they hunt! There is some game here lodged, which they must rouse, To make the great ones sport. CORDUS. Did you observe How they inveigh’d ’gainst Cæsar? ARRUNTIUS. Ay, baits, baits, For us to bite at: would I have my flesh Torn by the public hook, these qualified hangmen Should be my company. CORDUS. Here comes another. Domitius Afer passes over the stage. ARRUNTIUS. Ay, there’s a man, Afer the orator! One that hath phrases, figures, and fine flowers, To strew his rhetoric with, and doth make haste, To get him note, or name, by any offer Where blood or gain be objects; steeps his words, When he would kill, in artificial tears: The crocodile of Tyber! him I love, That man is mine; he hath my heart and voice When I would curse! he, he. SABINUS. Contemn the slaves, Their present lives will be their future graves. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV.—Another Apartment in the same. Enter Silius, Agrippina, Nero and Sosia. SILIUS. May’t please your highness not forget yourself; I dare not, with my manners, to attempt Your trouble farther. AGRIPPINA. Farewell, noble Silius! SILIUS. Most royal princess. AGRIPPINA. Sosia stays with us? SILIUS. She is your servant, and doth owe your grace An honest, but unprofitable love. AGRIPPINA. How can that be, when there’s no gain but virtue’s?